She wears that leather jacket
Like a bee's stripes
To ward off anyone that might want
To get close

Her own, personal uniform
Her armor, her shield

Black leather jacket
An unwritten stop sign
For anyone that might want
To say hello.

Little girl
Hiding in her nest
Doesn't want to go out
Can't pass this test

Little girl
Knows what's best
In her mind there's no doubt
Puts herself to rest

I guess she had to fly away...
Didn't she?

She wasn't joyful to live,
Didn't have much strength to give.

I guess she had to leave me here,
All alone, with all my fears.

She just didn't love me enough,
For her life was much too tough.

I guess for her it was right,
To leave it all behind that night.

But I can't help but hear
Our favorite song
And think

I guess she had to fly away...
Did she?

Sometimes I think that
The difference between
Like and love
Is greater than
The difference between
Love and hate

"I'm better now"
I say, as I stare at a black screen,
Alone, numb.

"I'm better now"
I declare, as I sit on the floor of my room,
Too scared to go outside.

"I'm better now"
I mutter, as little cuts slowly appear
Along the side of my arm.

"I'm better now"
I scream, as I push my body
Off the floor and into the sky.

"I'm so happy, I'm better now"

You gave me a rose
Said it meant all you felt
Said it represented commitment
Said that was how
Your love took form.

And I believed you
Because no one before you
Had ever given me a rose
Had ever told me
About those profound feelings
Had ever loved me.
So I believed you.

You gave me a rose
But what I didn't know
Is that roses
Wither after a while.

What’s worse

Someone leaving
Because they don’t love you

Or them leaving
Because they do?

There are many types of love

First, there's the love that just is
And has always been
Reserved exclusively for family
Whether blood or friends.

Then, there's the love that extinguishes
Just as fast as it is lit
However long a laugh lasts,
A smile, a look.

And there's the love that burns
The love that makes colors brighter
That makes life happier
And pain a thousand times more intense.

There's many types of love
And all I hope
Is to die
Having experienced
Every single one of them.